and i think i left myself back there,
on the dusty road just a few miles back.
but i'm in this car that won't turn around,
flying high on this endless track.
maybe i'll be picked up by a truck driver,
and figure out where the hell i could be.
maybe i'll walk all the way into town,
and ask everyone "have you seen me?".
because this body doesn't seem to fit
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